I. Rebecca Goes for Coffee
Rebecca awoke refreshed from the previous day's special events (see Rebecca is Blacked Ch 1). She had to admit she loved getting taken by all the black men yesterday, but it did exhaust her. She was a firm believer that one can get what they want in life primarily by helping others get what they want. Last night she helped seven black men get what they wanted, her, and she got what she wanted, to be used by several big cocks. After a long shower and some junk TV last night, she was feeling well rested this morning. She had no idea what the day was going to bring to her, but she was sure it won't be normal.
Dr. Harris had told her to not wear a bra to school today, so she knew she had to dress strategically. She didn't want it obvious that her tits were free. She matured earlier in her adolescence than most of her friends, so camouflaging her tits was a skill she had developed well. She wore a tight, dark maroon Bellingrath Elementary School T-shirt, with an LSU sweatshirt over the top.
When she got to school, she went to her office and began to set up for the day. She didn't have any one-on-one tutoring sessions with students, but she did have a couple of classroom visits. Other than that, the day would be dedicated to paperwork.
"Miss Rebecca," said Dr. Harris entering her office. "Did you follow my instructions?"
"I did," said Rebecca.
"Show me what's under your sweatshirt."
Rebecca lifted up her sweatshirt to show Dr. Harris the T-shirt underneath.
"Lose the T-shirt."
Rebecca didn't want to let her tits roam free, but she couldn't tell Dr. Harris no. He was both her boss and a black man, and at the end of last night's escapades, she had promised to obey and never tease a black man again. Dr. Harris closed her office door and watched as she took off her sweatshirt and then her T-shirt, baring her tits.
"Damn," said Dr. Harris, "those are some fine tits. See me at lunch. Tell Mrs. Johnson you have a special meeting with me and she'll set it up."
Rebecca couldn't help but smile. She loved that men thought that she had nice tits. She put her sweatshirt back on and made a note to herself to remember she was braless. After Dr. Harris left, Rebecca walked to his office to let Mrs. Johnson know that she had a lunch meeting with him.
"Mrs. Johnson," said Rebecca. "Happy Friday and Dr. Harris told me to tell you that we have a special meeting at lunch."
Rebecca loved Mrs. Johnson. She was nice, but also to the point; you knew where you stood with Mrs. Johnson. She was a good secretary and a warm human being. She was short, maybe five-feet tall, and somewhere in her late 60s. Her husband had died many years ago, so the school was her family.
"A special meeting?" said Mrs. Johnson.
"Yes, a special meeting. That's what he called it."
"OK. Those are always private meetings, so I'll make sure you're not interrupted."
Rebecca saw Mrs. Johnson smile. Rebecca found herself blushing. Could Mrs. Johnson know about yesterday? The news could not have spread that quickly.
"So, did Mark and Andre finally get you?" said Mrs. Johnson, without looking up from her calendar. "Or did Dr. Harris get you on his own?"
"What?" said Rebecca.
"Those Bermuda boys have been trying to get in your pants all year, sweetie. They love to spoil white women--they finally got you, didn't they?"
Rebecca wasn't sure what to say. Mrs. Johnson had taken her by surprise.
"Yes," said Rebecca. "Last night."
Rebecca wasn't sure how much to share. What did Mrs. Johnson already know and what did she want to know? Rebecca never knew Mrs. Johnson to be a gossip, so she waited.
"Good for them," said Mrs. Johnson. "I knew they were hoping you would give in before they left for home. Was that your first time with a black man?"
"No," said Rebecca. "But my first time with more than one at the same time."
"They do like to share. I like that about them. Didn't you just love their big black dicks?"
Rebecca didn't know what to say. Never in a million years did she think she'd be having this conversation with Mrs. Johnson.
"Sweetie," said Mrs. Johnson. "I don't work here for the retirement benefits. I work here because all the black men in the school give me what I need, their dicks. My first time with a black man was when I was 20, working at the local grocery store. He kept flirting with me and brushing against me, and this was 1970, mind you. Black men just didn't do that to white women back then. I wouldn't say he forced me, but he was persistent. When he finally got his dick in my mouth, I was hooked. Since that day, I've always been looking for black men to fulfill my needs. It hasn't been easy all these years, especially when I was married. My husband knew of my predilections and tolerated them, but it still involved sneaking around in the shadows. Fortunately, when Dr. Harris got here, he just seemed to know. He had me sucking his dick the first week he was here.
He called a special meeting the Friday morning he arrived, just he and I. He locked his office door and I thought I was about to be fired, but then he asked me if there was something he could do for me, and then waited. I couldn't believe it. It was both obvious and ambiguous. He left it up to me. I walked around his desk and knelt in front of him. I wanted his dick, badly. He told me there was no turning back if we moved forward and I agreed. The next week he introduced me to Mr. Bulger, and then Mr. Harrington and Mr. Murphy, the week after that. Since then, they've all been taking turns on me, in the best of ways. I've been in heaven. So, when Mark and Andre arrived, we had a special meeting during their first school tour. Dr. Harris showed them the classrooms, the office spaces, the support rooms, and then me on my knees. As I'm sure you now know, giving them blowjobs is quite the treat."
"Yes, it is," said Rebecca.
"Magnificent dicks. Did they fuck you?"
Rebecca nodded.
"I'm really going to miss the Bermuda boys," said Mrs. Johnson. "But Dr. Harris told me he'd introduced me to a couple of the black parents that could help me out."
"I met a couple of them last night," said Rebecca. "You'll like them. They like to help a woman in need."
Mrs. Johnson smiled and said, "Good to hear. I'll see you at lunch."
Rebecca was shaking her head as she walked down the hallway thinking about Mrs. Johnson. Who would've thought Mrs. Johnson was a black cock slut.
Unfortunately, an hour later, Rebecca was disappointed when Mrs. Johnson told her that Dr. Harris couldn't meet her for lunch, that he had been called away to the superintendent's office downtown. Rebecca found that she had been looking forward to her special meeting with Dr. Harris, looking forward to sucking his big black cock.
"Sorry to have to give you the bad news, Rebecca," said Mrs. Johnson. "I'm sure you were looking forward to your special meeting with Dr. Harris."
"Thank you, I was," said Rebecca, not really thinking. "Now that I know what 'special' means, I'm sure I'll be having more special meetings with him in the future." She felt like she had a kindred spirit in Mrs. Johnson, both black cock-loving white trash "Although, I'm sure Chuck Bolger can give me what I want, too."
"He's a good one. Has he called you racist white trash yet?"
"He did, last night. Why do I find myself enjoying that?"
"I think as God-fearing white Southern women, we appreciate our submission to men, especially black men who encourage us."
"I think you're right, Mrs. Johnson. I think you're right."
"Rebecca, would you be up for a coffee?" said Mr. Gordon.
Rebecca hadn't heard Mr. Gordon coming up behind her. She wasn't sure if he had over-heard her conversation with Mrs. Johnson, who was now walking back to her office, but she didn't think so.
"Thank you for the offer, Mr. Gordon," said Rebecca. "But I need to complete some paperwork before lunch."
"No worries," said Mr. Gordon. "I just figured if you were free, it might be nice to get a coffee and chat."
As Mr. Gordon began to walk away, Rebecca felt her body tense. She had just said 'no' to a black man. She was being a tease and maybe racist, just as Andre and Chuck Bolger had said. Would she have said no if Mr. Gordon were white?
"Wait," said Rebecca. "I'm sorry, of course, I would love to get a coffee and chat. I don't have anything pressing at the moment."
Rebecca followed a smiling Mr. Gordon out to his Suburban and got inside. It was a nice, big vehicle. Rebecca knew that he had three or four children, his youngest daughter, Letitia, went to Bellingrath. She didn't know Mr. Gordon well, but all her interactions with him have been pleasant, and he has a very good reputation among the faculty. He was a tall, thin man who worked at the Central Counseling and Consulting group in town. She wasn't sure, but she thought he was one of their counselors.
"It's nice to spend a little time with you, Rebecca," said Mr. Gordon. "I've been meaning to try to set something up, but the circumstances were never quite right. Since I separated from my wife last year, I've spent most of my time making sure the counseling center was up and running. A little too much work and not enough play, lately, but the work was good to take my mind off the separation." Rebecca enjoyed listening to Mr. Gordon talk about his work, as well as his daughters. She wasn't very good at determining people's ages, but she thought Mr. Gordon was about the same age as she was.
Rebecca could see where his daughter got her sweetness. She was glad that Mr. Gordon was separated from his wife, as she never wanted to interfere with someone's marriage, and while they were only having coffee, one never knew how things might be interpreted. That said, she found herself unsure. Since she was working hard not to tease black men, what was she supposed to do? She had told Mark that she wouldn't wait for black men to make the first move, but what did that look like?
As they got back in the car to return to school, Rebecca wondered if Mr. Gordon knew anything about her sexuality. He certainly hadn't indicated that he knew during coffee. Did Dr. Harris send him to her? Had Mr. Washington or Mr. Berry told him they gangbanged her yesterday? She certainly didn't want to be accused of teasing Mr. Gordon. This was uncharted territory and she didn't know how to interpret the situation.
She would need to err on the side of not being a tease. She felt apprehensive making the first move. She never had to make the first move before, it seemed men were always putting the moves on her, but yesterday she had promised Mark she would. As they arrived back in the school parking lot, Rebecca decided to take a leap and said, "I really enjoyed our time at the coffee shop."
"Me too," said Mr. Gordon. "Happy we finally hooked up."
"I'd like to thank you," said Rebecca. She watched Mr. Gordon, and he gave no indication that he knew what she meant. She could hear Mark and Chuck Bolger in her head telling her she had an obligation and accusing her of being a tease -- no, not any more.
"It's my obligation, as a white woman, to show you how much I appreciate your time and attention." Rebecca reached out across the seat and placed her hand on Mr. Gordon crotch. "If you wouldn't mind keeping a lookout, I'd like to thank you properly."
